Post by West on Apr 1, 2017 5:39:55 GMT
A Frustrated Elf
An Open 1 on 1 RP featuring West
At the foot of the Eternal Stairway
Afternoon
The trek began in the early morning as the sun began to peek over the side of the mountain. A small caravan of merchants trailed along the side of the cliffs and moved at a slow, walking pace.
"The stairs are in sight!" announced a fellow stationed toward the front, "From there, we will stop for a rest."
In a particular caravan, a ugly, heavily-built mercenary sat upon the driver's bench minding the speed of the horse before him. He turned his head back and knocked on a square glass window.
"Yo, Boss," the hired soldier said, "We'z almost dere."
From the wooden rooftop of the vehicle, a wooden panel suddenly flipped backward, and a sprightly elf stuck his torso out to take a good look around.
"FINALLY!" he almost yelled, "Dear HEAVENS above! Are we finally up the staircase?!"
"Uhhh... nah, boss, we juss' got to duh foot of duh stairs..."
The elf's back slumped forward as he leaned against the roof, "... Uuuuugh... curse it all. My mind is playing tricks on me once more. Ahhh... I miss Northella. You know, she was a lot more intelligent-sounding and a far more charming sight."
"Duh, I got mo' muscle than ya'd ever need, boss!"
"Heh... heheh... sure... but you're not an attractive storefront... I mean... at all..." the elf sunk back into the vehicle and leaned against the wall, "... Oh, my aching heart... I need to figure out if I can get a lovely woman to represent our shop..." It just wouldn't do if this ugly, battle-scarred numbskull were holding a sign advertising the shop... it just screamed suspicious! He wouldn't get any customers this way! His country rounds were doomed!
"Duh, hey boss! Dey' sayin' dat we'z gonna camp now."
The elf let out a long, listless sigh, "Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... alright... let's stop, then..."
"Duh-huh! Whoa, howsey!"
At his enthusiastic command, the vehicle came to a halt. However, there was a panicked voice from afar shouting out at them, "Hey, excuse me! Can you keep going?! We're gonna crash into you!"
One of the elf's eyes popped open and he immediately opened the roof hatch once more. That idiot stopped on the road.
HE STOPPED ON THE ROAD.
"You dimwitted maniac!" the elf shrieked. He climbed out of the hatch and hopped onto the driver's bench, then with as much composure as he could regain, he commanded the horse: "Walk. Walk, Alda."
With a snort, the horse began its gait once more. The elf glared at the mercenary and smacked the back of his head, "Stupid..." The mercenary's face carried a dumb look as he scratched the bald chrome of his head.
Eventually, the elf parked the vehicle in an open spot by the entrance of the stairs, then leaned back on the bench.
"Get off," he ordered sternly.
"Duh... what do ya want me to do?"
Without another word, the merchant swiftly kicked the mercenary off of the bench, "Just stand around like an idiot, you numbskull! That's all I'm asking for! GOD!" He leapt off the bench and let out a frustrated sigh as he moved to unburden his horse.
"The stairs are in sight!" announced a fellow stationed toward the front, "From there, we will stop for a rest."
In a particular caravan, a ugly, heavily-built mercenary sat upon the driver's bench minding the speed of the horse before him. He turned his head back and knocked on a square glass window.
"Yo, Boss," the hired soldier said, "We'z almost dere."
From the wooden rooftop of the vehicle, a wooden panel suddenly flipped backward, and a sprightly elf stuck his torso out to take a good look around.
"FINALLY!" he almost yelled, "Dear HEAVENS above! Are we finally up the staircase?!"
"Uhhh... nah, boss, we juss' got to duh foot of duh stairs..."
The elf's back slumped forward as he leaned against the roof, "... Uuuuugh... curse it all. My mind is playing tricks on me once more. Ahhh... I miss Northella. You know, she was a lot more intelligent-sounding and a far more charming sight."
"Duh, I got mo' muscle than ya'd ever need, boss!"
"Heh... heheh... sure... but you're not an attractive storefront... I mean... at all..." the elf sunk back into the vehicle and leaned against the wall, "... Oh, my aching heart... I need to figure out if I can get a lovely woman to represent our shop..." It just wouldn't do if this ugly, battle-scarred numbskull were holding a sign advertising the shop... it just screamed suspicious! He wouldn't get any customers this way! His country rounds were doomed!
"Duh, hey boss! Dey' sayin' dat we'z gonna camp now."
The elf let out a long, listless sigh, "Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... alright... let's stop, then..."
"Duh-huh! Whoa, howsey!"
At his enthusiastic command, the vehicle came to a halt. However, there was a panicked voice from afar shouting out at them, "Hey, excuse me! Can you keep going?! We're gonna crash into you!"
One of the elf's eyes popped open and he immediately opened the roof hatch once more. That idiot stopped on the road.
HE STOPPED ON THE ROAD.
"You dimwitted maniac!" the elf shrieked. He climbed out of the hatch and hopped onto the driver's bench, then with as much composure as he could regain, he commanded the horse: "Walk. Walk, Alda."
With a snort, the horse began its gait once more. The elf glared at the mercenary and smacked the back of his head, "Stupid..." The mercenary's face carried a dumb look as he scratched the bald chrome of his head.
Eventually, the elf parked the vehicle in an open spot by the entrance of the stairs, then leaned back on the bench.
"Get off," he ordered sternly.
"Duh... what do ya want me to do?"
Without another word, the merchant swiftly kicked the mercenary off of the bench, "Just stand around like an idiot, you numbskull! That's all I'm asking for! GOD!" He leapt off the bench and let out a frustrated sigh as he moved to unburden his horse.